I dream of soft red eyes and cowboy hats, a drawling voice that's so beautiful. I don't really see much, but I feel content and happy. Safe, and loved. It's a weird, otherworldly experience that makes me want to go back to sleep to hear him and feel him
again.

I wake up to Jasper's face looming over me. I jolt, knocking our heads together.
"Shit!" I exclaim, clutching my head in pain. Made of marble, my ass, he's made of unbreakable titanium! Jasper chuckles lightly, but quiets at my serious face.
"Sorry, little bell. But we are here, well, pretty close. And before we arrive, I must warn you, Peter, he has no filter. Like, no filter. He says whatever he feels without thinking, so don't get offended." H warns me. I snort.

"I can take it. He's not like Edward?" I can't help but ask. Jasper full out laughs, a deep sound.
"Oh god, no. Not at all. He's rude, per say, just blunt. He's not going to make a petty comment at you, but he might comment on your, umm, lack of undead-ness."

"So he's gonna give me issues 'cause I'm human?" I ask, confused of why Jasper would bring me to Peter if he doesn't like humans.
"Nah, but it'll give 'im a right shock, lemme tell ya." I could hear Jasper's southern roots peaking through as we reached Peter's house.
"Why?" I ask.

"Well, I didn't exactly notify Peter we were coming. Plus he's gonna give be a big 'I told you so' for Alice. He's been telling for years that she's lyin' but I ain't gonna just dump her off, ya know? Anyways, I wasn't the most friendly to humans, so
he's gonna be pretty surprised." Jasper says.

"Wait," I pause him, "he's been telling you Alice was lying for years and you said nothing?" I ask him.

Jasper looks down sheepishly. "I guess. I don't know, I thought Alice was perfect. She saved me, ya know? I used to be a monster and she gave me a family." His voice cracks. "I guess I don't really know her at all." I don't say a word, unsure of how to
comfort him. Alice is a bitch, what can I say? I'm not going to pretend she's good and whatever. We sit in silence for a few minutes before arriving at a big estate. I can tell Jasper is still upset.

I guess I don't really understand his pain. I mean, they were together for quite awhile and now it's just...over. We step out of the car, and my heart rate picks up.

"Jasper!" I say suddenly. He stops in his tracks. "Jasper, do people dream of their mates?" I ask. His brow creases, and his eyes narrow.

"Why do you ask? I don't want to get involved with anyone. You-you are too young. And after Edward...I want you to be happy with yourself first." I roll my eyes. Jasper is stepping in to his big brother role quite quickly.

"Jasper. Answer the question." I say and he sighs.

"Sometimes, it's not uncommon. I think Carlisle dreamed of Esme years before she was born. Did-" his face pales, if possible, and expression drops, "oh god, please tell me you didn't dream of anyone! Please tell me you heard about from somewhere!" He
pleads. I giggle. I'm not

"I'm not telling." I say, laughing as I dart away from him and run as fast as I can to the porch of the humongous house. He, of course, reaches me in a second and swings me over his shoulder like I am sack of potatoes. I shriek, and Jasper laughs and
pretends to al last drop me, prompting more screams from me.

I hear the door open before we knock, but I can't see anything but Jaspers back.

"Jasper! Let me down!" I demand, embarrassed that this is the first time this Peter guy will have met me, and I'm hanging upside down.
Jasper puts me down and I am faced with the vision of the most beautiful person I have ever met.

A lopsided grin, and soft, sparkling red eyes that look familiar. A scent of spice and leather overwhelms me and I blink, trying to clear my head. His shaggy brown hair looks silky and I wonder what it would be like to touch it.

"Well hello there, little lady," he directs at me and I'm pretty sure I drool at his sexy accent. "Jasper, you didn't tell me you brought a live human!"

"I didn't tell you anything, ya fucker." Jasper laughs and hugs Peter. I can see the friendship there, the brotherly love that made me so happy that Jasper had a life away from the Cullen's.

"Yeah, yeah, but Gift," he tapped his head, "told me you were coming. But not with a delectable snack!" He exclaims and inhales deeply. I flush, a little nervous, but mostly, aroused. He is gorgeous.

"Not a snack," Jasper warns him, "she's a sister to me. I'll explain when we get inside." Peter puts his hands up mockingly and invites us in. I trail behind Jasper stupidly and when we sit on a couch across from Peter, my heart drops at the decor.

Charlotte. He has Charlotte! There is no way he designed this house himself, it screams 'female' from the curtains to the furnishing. The brown leather couch is too designer, and the matching ottoman is too uniform.

I vaguely hear Jasper explaining about Edward and Alice. Peter seems angry at Alice and Edward, and mutters something in rude in Spanish that must've been funny because Jasper laughed loudly and responded in Spanish back to him. I feel left out but I
ignore it. I'm a guest, lucky to be here even if temptation rests before me.
He's not available, I remind myself. Charlotte must be fucking gorgeous to be with him. Jealousy rears its ugly head in me and I stamp it down flat. I have nothing to be jealous over, Peter isn't mine.

I wish he was, I think longingly.

"Does she speak?" Peter mock whispers and Jasper laughs. I don't respond.

"Yes, she does. Bella?" He raises an eyebrow. I try to look casual.

"Hey." I say, and tilt my chin to him. He seems to ponder something for a bit, and silence reins before he clears his throat quite suddenly and says he will order in pizza. Jasper says he's going to hunt and then shower at some motel to not get the bathroom
bloody and leaves.

And so, I'm alone with the object of my lust. Peter makes the call while I sit awkwardly on the couch, waiting for him to return. He does, and he takes a seat across me, much to my dismay, and relief.

"So," he drawls, "tell me about yourself." His red eyes glint and I swear my heart stops, he's so handsome.

"Umm...not much to tell." I say honestly and Peter laughs.

"I mean, you must've done something to get involved with vampires. Oh, and by the way, sorry about Edward. He's always been an asshole." I giggle.

"Yeah, I realized." I desperately want to ask about Charlotte. "Where's Charlotte?" I ask casually as I can and Peter smiles.

"She found her mate a few years back." I breathe a sigh of relief and he gives me a weird look so I cough and look away nervously. God, I sound like an idiot.

"So do you have any hobbies?" Peter asks me and I grin.

"Yeah, I like video games, but I also love drawing. I used to sketch a lot..." I trail off. After Edward came into my life, I stopped. I lost inspiration, I guess.

"That's awesome. I have some canvas and pencils and stuff if you want." He offers me and I smile and thank him.

"I'd love that!" I say, excited at the prospect of drawing again. The doorbell rings and Peter goes to answer it and I smell pizza. I run over and I see the pizza man is still conversing with Peter, but when he spots me, he stops talking.

"Hey beautiful," he says, and I blush. "Want my-" Peter cuts him off quickly.

"We're good, thanks." Peter grabs the pizza and slams the door. I gape at him, in shock. What the hell?

"Plates are above the sink, I gotta go." Peter says, his eyes black and muscles tense. Am I so annoying he can't stand being with me? Seriously?

He darts off, leaving me to eat my pizza in silence and alone.

A/N What do you guys think of Peter's POV for next chapter?